I am not well practised in the art of writing and I am not well practised in the art of touching my emotions.

As you can imagine these two combined terrify me. How can something be worth reading if both of these aspects of the work are defective.

I know I am not stupid so I have to trust that the way I write is good enough for, well, people who might read what I am writing.

As the the emotional part. This is something that I am working on each time I sit down to put my fingers on the keyboard. The depths of the things I have buried emotionally, not mentally, is unknown. I don’t bury any memories. Just feelings. Touching the emotions, is something I hope will increase with time.

I have been accused of being cold in my style of wiring. So hopefully that will change.